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brothas from tha gutta - story about my life lyrics

intro: yo w-ssup man it’s money and eazy in the studio laying it down man for my brothas from tha gutta my true homies that came from nothing man we came from this one place then we came over here and ain’t n0body realize nothin man i want everybody to listen to the words closely listen motherf-ckers. verse 1: waking up in the morning and i’m in a different country mama crying my stomach hurts because i’m hungry daddy walking through mud that comes to his knees with my sister on his back i’m wondering how he proceeds it was cold so mama stole blankets so we can sleep step outside look around there’s thousands of refugees at night i feel the horror all the crys and the screams of everybody who died all my people r.i.p it’s crazy how they try to trap us all in one place the turks trynna k!ll us and we still made it safe i hold my flag high just so people know my race i’m the youngest k!ller that ever put it out on these stages travel thousands of miles just to look for some changes came to this f-ckin country and didn’t know the language [unknown] smelin these different cases sat in elementary they laugh when i try to read only thing i remember is everybody starin g i think the lord is testing me just to see the way i act and even though i got respect i’m still staying strapped never look back f-ck the past cuz the future comin fast. chorus: x3 a story about my life understand all my struggles in the hood shootin dice lookin for some trouble you better be aware cuz we straight from the gutta where we had to run from bombs and hide under tunnels. verse2 i was born a poor baby with nothin to eat and i had to run from bombs with no shoes on my feet i’m runnin through these streets and i’m trippen through the dirt to think about it man to me it really hurts to see my own kind getting k!lled by the turks we gone make it to the top i ain’t worried about the turks i’ve been about the struggle since the first day of birth we pray for better days but this sh-t is getting worse there’s gotta be a way, a way that really works cuz all my life i’ve been trapped in this puzzle you hear gun shots better run to the tunnels now you see how we got to the brothas from tha gutta had i f-cked up child hood man nothin but the struggle they put me on the plane and they brought me overseas i’m lookin out the window wondering where they takin me people trynna talk to me but i don’t understand i tell em i don’t speak english i’m from kurdistan cl-ss everybody talkin and i’m just sittin there they talked about me cuz the clothes that i wear broke than b-tch didn’t have lunch money sleepin at a homies house didn’t have much money broke than a b-tch needed food in my tummy had to get up in the gang had to learn the rules im a street boxer my knuckles all bruised puttin hands on a dude wipe his blood off my shoes take his f-cking money man i k!ll him for his dues im a kurd n-gga i ain’t got sh-t to lose you b-tch n-ggas can never walk in my shoes chorus: x3 a story about my life understand all my struggles in the hood shootin dice lookin for some trouble you better be aware cuz we straight from the gutta where we had to run from bombs and hide under tunnels

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